"Welcome to Tulsa." Thats what the sign said. Or was it? My mind was pretty groggy. I rewound my brain to the moment the car hit me and then drove off. It was probably a soc, but I wouldn't know. I wasn't on this side of town often.
I groaned and kept walking. Things looked pretty run down in the dark. Or maybe this town was just run down. The only buildings I'd come across were a church that claimed to heal leukemia (that's it. No other type of cancer) A restaurant called "Jacks Crab Shack" And up ahead, a DX gas station. I decided the gas station was my best bet.
It was late but the sign on the door was still lit up. I winced opening the door, and heard the bell go off as I entered.
"oH you've got to be kiddin- Glory! What happened to you?" Said a boy behind the counter with wide eyes. I glared at him.
"Do you have a phone?" I mumbled weakly. He just stared kind of shocked. Another boy came out from the back and followed his friend's gaze over to me. I immediately stopped glaring. This boy was... cute. He looked a bit surprised at first.
"Hey there honey, need a towel?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows. I just nodded before everything started to spin. Then I came down with a bang on the gas station floor. Not my proudest moment. I didn't have much time to care though, as the two boys were rushing beside me to help. The boy at the counter ran to the back to grab a towel probably, and the handsome one from the back kneeled down beside me. I was stubborn though. I just needed a phone not a hospital. I'd be fine.
"I'm fine!" I announced trying to sit up.
"No. You're not." He said gently pushing me back down. I struggled for a minute but finally gave in. I sighed and relaxed against his hand that was supporting my head.
He held my face in his hands and examined it.
"Looks like you got a pretty deep gash there, how'd that happen?" He asked.
"A car hit me." I Said unamused.
He hardly had time to react before the other boy came with a towel. He handed it to his friend.
"Steve, she got hit by a car!" He said turning to his friend.
"Aw hell. She was asking for a phone but we don't have one." Steve said.
" I guess we could take her back to my place." The handsome boy said. "I mean if you're alright with that." He said looking down at me. I agreed and he pressed the towel down to my face.
"Well my name is Sodapop and this is Steve. We'll make sure no more cars hit you." He said with a wink. Then he swiftly picked me up and carried me out of the gas station.
The walk to his house wasn't very long. I don't remember most of it. I can remember being worried about getting blood on his shirt.
I tried to pull away from his chest mumbling something about staining his shirt. To which he replied "you've got worse things to worry about sweetheart." I don't know if it was the head injury or if my body was going into pre mortem shock, but I could swear i felt myself blush.
The next thing I can remember is a really loud slam.
I sat up fast and collided heads with Sodapop, who still had me in his arms. We both groaned and I apologized profusely. He assured me that it was okay, and set me down on the couch. Then I noticed all the other boys in the house
I awkwardly stared back. "Uh. Hi guys?" I waved a little. Soda just rolled his eyes from where he was standing.
"Could you all stop sitting there like morons and do something?" He said. They seemed to snap out of it for the most part.
The oldest and tallest of the boys stood and shook my hand.
"Names Darrel but you can call me Darry." I nodded. The rest of the boys introduced themselves and Soda came back with a first aid kit. The rest of the boys wondered off to the kitchen.
"What's that for?" I asked dumbly. He just smiled and kneeled down in front of me.
"You musta got hit pretty hard."
I watched his mouth as he got something out of the first aid kit. He was chewing some kind of gum. It smelled like strawberry. He looked back up at me and I looked away quickly -SEE PICTURE ABOVE.
"This is going to sting." He said looking sorry. He wiped something across my forehead and I tried my best not to flinch. He put down the wipe and just stared at my forehead for a moment.
"Darry!" He Called. Darry came in from the kitchen.
"What's up little buddy." He asked kneeling down beside him.
"I can't tell how deep this cut is... what do you think? Does it need stitches?" He asked his brother.
My stomach turned at the word stitches. Sure I acted tough but I wasn't all that tough. And if they tried to stick a needle in my head they would find out soon enough.
Darry studied the cut on my head for a minute. "The bleeding seemed to stop..." he said. "Nah. I think she's alright. Just put some tape on it you'll be alright." He said patting my shoulder.
"You're in luck, Soda stitches like a blind kid!" Two Bit laughed from the kitchen.
"Two Bit that's awful." Said Pony Boy.
Soda just smiled and finished putting a bandage on your forehead.
"I never got your name." He said absentmindedly.
"Oh.. yeah it's Y/N." I said.
"Pretty." He said looking back up at me. "And I never did get your number."
I heard a few "oooohs" from the kitchen. I just laughed and picked a pen up off the coffee table.
I wrote my number on his arm alongside a message that said "strawberry is also my favorite flavor." He grinned down at his arm.
"I'll see you later Sodapop." I Said heading for the door.
"I'll see ya later Y/N." He replied. Before I could get out the door I yelled over my shoulder.
"And thanks! For everything."
"Yea yea just watch out for cars." He Called
I'd be seeing a lot more of him.
